A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffering, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music.
(Soren Kierkegaard)

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

A Sunny Day

I need to find a spot to sit and write
all
that I feel

Somehow
it is You
smiling down on me
on us
as if you delight
in this new
alliance

My words are inadequate
to explain this sense
of benevolence
of blessing
of gifts
wrapped and waiting
for us to discover
uncover